The drive to my old house was relatively short. About thirty minutes. I walk into the house and put on one of my armor plates, strap my shotgun to my back, and strap my gladius on my hip. I don't wanna have to take something out of my inventory in front of them. I'm sure they'll find out about this ability someday, but I don't want it to be today. Especially not in front of Merle. That fucker is most likely to turn me into a giant pack mule.
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The Walking Dead: Warlord
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